Day 11, 18,364 Words

I am here at the KOA with the kids and Matt. Managed to get my word count in yesterday, but it is hard to get anything done! We are having a great time despite the black flies, and Nathan's spill off of his bike (which he is now riding sans training wheels, but NOT sans pants).
I will post my description of Gordon Toodie, who for some reason, for me looks like Owen Wilson. I have plagiarized heavily, as you will see.

Lincoln is in bed, sleeping when Gordon finally arrives, 45 minutes later than appointed. Again, this is true to form. Gordon is not one to obey social niceties. Maggie is a bit taken aback when she sees Gordon, as are most people. His surfer length blond hair is tangled and wild, and seems to have contemptuously refused to be tamed by a comb, though it looks as though no one has made much of an effort lately to tame it. His skin, which is pale and moist, seems to have rarely seen the light of day. His eyes are blue, and his most attractive feature. They are clear, and intelligent, if a little crazed looking and close together. His nose has clearly been broken more than once and does almost a zig zag through the center of his face. Each feature on his face, taken on its own is ugly, but the overall effect is pleasing, and Gordon, though disheveled, is handsome in a quirky way.
His clothing appears rather normal, jeans, long flowing cape over a black t-shirt, and a fedora. Given the lavishness of her own costumed attire, she had been expecting something more theatrical, something more suited to a man who goes by the name of Gordon the Vampyre. As Gordon enters the kitchen, he clutches his cape a little tighter around his shoulders against the chill. The effect of entering the house seems to have energized Gordon, rather than struck terror in his heart. Maggie takes this as a good sign.
Gordon explains quickly that he is late because he has been very busy organizing a Buffy the Vampire (not Vampyre) academic conference. The conference is intended to present an opportunity to share his brilliant paper “Reflecting Dichotomies of Subjectivity: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the Humanization of the Object”. Gordon, it seems, is a PhD student in the Social and Political Thought Department at York University, which as Maggie recalls is a bastion of insufferable and pretentious grad students. Surprisingly, Gordon has had difficulty garnering interest in his conference, probably because no one other than post-modernists understand the title of his article, insomuch as post-modernists really understand anything.
It seemed to Maggie that the problem likely lies in the fact that post-modernists have moved on to writing convoluted and incomprehensible essays about the Wire, when they’re not writing nonsensical drivel about the sedimented, ontological and semiotic conceptions of embodiment. Maggie adores Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but even she has to admit to herself that it is yesterday’s news. Gordon expresses shock and dismay at the recent news he has received that David Boreanaz has taken out a restraining order against him, citing harassment and threatening behaviour.